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Such Synful Thoughts	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 3118 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Avenged Sevenfold. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: I’m going to tell you right now this is the darkest chapter I’ve ever written, if you don’t like rape or seeing Syn as a bad guy I would suggest you leave the story now.
But I’m also going to say, for those of you that plan on continuing to read, “It leads me into darkness but it merges into light.”

“Well!?” Jimmy was pacing around the room when Brian ran into the room breathlessly. The reality of what he had just seen and heard finally hit Brian right in the face. He dropped to his knees and then laid his head on the floor and tried to keep himself from getting sick.

“Brian? Brian what’s wrong, what happened? Did you get caught?” Jimmy pulled him into his arms and ran his hands over him trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Jimmy its Zack.” He finally wailed. Jimmy looked at him confused and worried, “What’s Zack?”

“Matt is screwing Zack.” He rested his head on Jimmy’s shoulder and felt his heart slowly begin to tear apart.

Reality: All these years dreaming about him…
Sex Drive: Dreaming when we could’ve been Doing!
Denial: I think we just fell asleep.
Reality: That was not a dream
Sex Drive: It most certainly was not.

“Oh shit.” Jimmy sucked in a breath and held him tighter, “I’m sorry Brian, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…shit.” He buried his face in the side of Brian’s neck and continued to mumble apologies.

“Its okay Jimmy.” He whispered after a moment, “I’d rather know.” He turned in Jimmy’s arms and pressed his lips to his.

Sex Drive: Fuck him.
Reality: We need to deal with this not bury it
Denial: We need to bury it.

Brian’s hands fumbled with his belt but he pulled it off and tossed it across the room. Jimmy pulled his pants off and started jacking him off while Brian undid his pants and shoved them off his bony hips.

“I want it hard, I wanna forget.” Brian whispered raggedly in his ear, Jimmy nodded and pressed him to the floor.

The next day was hell, Zack and Matt acted the same as they always did, they teased Johnny and tossed around song ideas with Jimmy and tried to talk to Brian but the guitarist wanted nothing to do with them.

Reality: We need to play nice
Denial: Whatever
Sex Drive: They can’t fuck like that and not invite us in, I agree with Denial.
Reality: We need to be nice!

“Hey Syn,” Zack hopped off the bus after him while they were stopped for lunch, reluctantly the lead guitarist turned to look at him, “What?” he said irritably.

“Are you okay? You’ve been actin’ kinda weird today, is something bothering you?” his eyes held nothing but genuine concern for him and for some reason that made him angrier.

“Get the hell away from me.” He snarled. Zack took a step back, he looked like a kicked puppy, and then he turned and ran back onto the bus.

Reality: What the fuck is wrong with you!?
Jealousy: He’s got that little bitch Matt to run to why does he need to worry about us?
Reality: Oh no, you go right back to where you came from.
Denial: Jealousy go away we don’t need you right now
Sex Drive: Hey Jealousy you’re pushing me out!
Reality: Now we have to deal with Matt
Jealousy: We are gonna deal with that stupid cunt. Zack is going to hate himself for screwing that little pussy.
Denial: You will be dealing with no one, now go Back!
Reality: Jesus Christ, Jealousy go away! Where’s Logic and Reason!?
Sex Drive: Help Me!

Brian paid for his chicken sandwich and sat down in a corner away from the windows and doors. He was going to have to deal with Matt and more than likely Jimmy. They were both protective of Zack and Johnny. He rubbed his forehead, he didn’t need them reaming him right now he just needed some serious alone time to figure out what he was going to do.

Reality: We shoul’n’t be drinkin’
Denial: Fuck That.
Sex Drive: Le’s see if Zacky’ll drink wit us…
Reality: We need to go back to da’ bus ‘fore we get *to* wasted.
Denial: We’re fine
Sex Drive: Zacky’s on da’ bus…Let’s Go!

Syn finished his fifth beer, paid his tab and began an unsteady trek back to the bus. He knew he shouldn’t be drinking, nothing good ever happened when he drank to forget, but he really didn’t care right now.

Matt was fucking Zack, God only knew how long that had been going on, and they hadn’t told any of them.

Reality: We haven’t told dem ‘bout Yimmy
Denial: They don’t want ta’ know what we do wit Yimmy
Reality: We’re gonna get on da’ bus and go to bed, we’ll feel better in da’ mornin’.
Denial: Fuck that! We need to talk to dem ‘bout dis shit!
Reality: We in no condishion to be talkin’ to anyone, ‘specially our love interest and his fuck buddy.

Brian stumbled up the stairs to the bus, everything was quiet.

Reality: Huh, They must still be out
Denial: They’re probably screwing
Sex Drive: How come we never get any action?

He managed to find his way to the tiny kitchenette and started searching through the cabinets. He pulled out a mostly full bottle of Jack Daniels and sat down at the table.

The Jack Daniels was more than half-way gone when Zack peeked in at the surly guitarist.

Reality: Well, lookie who’s here.
Sex Drive: Fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em hard and fast. Make his wish he’d come after us instead’a dat lil’ pussy Matt.

“Syn?” Zack green eyes caught the low light in the room and seemed to glow.

Reality: Go to bed, go to bed *Right Now*!
Sex Drive: Take him, you’ve wanted dat tight ass for years, fuck him.
Zack walked over and picked up the bottle of Jack Daniels, “Wasn’t this full?” he took a quick swig and then set the bottle on the counter.
Sex Drive: Get him up against the bunks and fuck him until we’re spent.
Reality: Go to bed, don’t listen to him, Go To Bed!

As Brian stood a small fleeting voice screamed that he would hate himself in the morning if he didn’t go to bed; but the fire building in his groin silenced the voice. He was a little more unsteady than he thought he’d be and he almost toppled over, Zack grabbed his arm to keep him upright.

“C’mon Syn, let’s get you to bed.” He slipped an arm around his waist and started leading him back to the bunk section. Without thinking Brain turned and pressed his lips roughly against his. Zack froze for a moment and then gently pushed him away, “Brian, you need to go to bed.” His voice was quiet and he pulled Synyster towards the bunk section again.

Sex Drive: Do it, get him in a bunk and fuck him long and hard.

Brian pulled out of Zack’s embrace and slammed him against the wall completely winding the smaller man. He covered Zack’s soft, pink lips with his own in a harsh kiss and forced his tongue into his mouth. Zack tried to push him away again, but he pinned his hands above his head.

The heat of Zack’s mouth surrounding his tongue made Brian groan and grind against him roughly. His tongue was soft and slick, but the boy had some sharp teeth and a nasty bite. Brian yelped and jerked his head away.

Sex Drive: Ouch! You lil’ bastard, you wan’ it rough?
Reality: Ya’ damn well deserved dat and you know it, now get away from him!

Brian had the weirdest feeling that he had actually just walked right out of his body; he wasn’t really part of the scene unfolding before him. He watched horrified as he brought his fist back and then slammed it into the side of Zack’s head.

Zack went down hard and didn’t move, his eyes were still open, but they were unfocused and glazed. Brian turned him onto his back and took his belt off and then straddled his hips, he clumsily tied Zack’s hands above his head and sat back to look at him.

Sex Drive: God he is so fuckable right now…

Zack slowly blinked as his eyes came back into focus, “Brian what the fuck are you doing? Get off of me!” there was a small tremor in his voice as he tried to free his hands.

“No biting.” Syn whispered before he forced himself back into Zack’s mouth, his warning went unheeded and Zack again clamped down on his tongue. Synyster swore and smacked him across the face, blood bubbled up from one of his piercings.

“I bet you don’t bite when Matt fucks you, why am I any different?” he said roughly pulling Zack’s belt off and unbuttoning his pants. Zack’s eyes widened in fear, “Brian what are you talking about? Syn, don’t. Don’t, please don’t.”

Brian ignored him and undid his own pants and stroked himself through his boxers groaning quietly. He finished pulling his clothes off and then slipped Zack out of his.

“Bite me dis time and I will *not* be happy.” He slurred; he pulled Zack’s head back and thrust his hard length into his mouth.

Zack choked and gagged around his length but didn’t bite; Brian groaned his name and started fucking his mouth. The dreams were nothing; Zack’s mouth was so hot, his tongue gliding across his length and his throat constricting his hard flesh. It felt so good, so much better than he thought it would. He muffled a scream as he spilled his seed in Zack’s hot mouth and then pulled out; Zack coughed up creamy strings of cum and silent tears spilled from his green eyes.

Sex Drive: Hurry up, someone might come back early, fuck his tight ass.

Brian turned him over onto his stomach; Zack choked on a sob and tried to scream; Brian grabbed a shirt and gagged him.

He didn’t bother with lube, he didn’t have time and if his mouth was that good, his tight ass had to be better. Syn plunged himself into Zack and groaned loudly as his tight heat engulfed his throbbing member. So tight, so tight and so hot he wished he had more time to enjoy the wonderful sensation of finally being inside of him. He pushed into him hard and slowly moved faster as his dick became slick with blood; Zack whimpered and cried beneath him.

Incoherent streams of sound poured out of his mouth as his climax grew closer. He grunted once and pushed as deep as he could and roughly rode out his orgasm.

He collapsed on Zack’s back breathing heavily, after a moment he slid out of him and grabbed his boxers and stumbled off to his bunk.

Zack POV

Reality: Why…why did he…
Denial: That didn’t happen

Zack had gotten dressed and run off the bus as soon as Syn started snoring. Now he was sitting in the deserted park blocks away from the bus, he didn’t know how he’d gotten there but he was cold, bruised, bleeding. He pulled out his phone as he started to cry, he found Matt’s number and called him.

“Hello?” Matt picked up on the second ring, he was shouting over the loud music in the background.

“Matty, Matty I need you.” His voice caught and tears blurred his vision.

“Zacky, Zack! What’s wrong? Where are you?!” Matt’s voice rose as Zack started to cry harder.

“I’m at the park, Matty I need you.” He pulled his knees up to his chest as sobs and chills racked his body.

“The park? Alright baby I’m on my way, stay on the phone with me alright.” Matt said, the loud music disappeared and Zack guessed he was out of the club and was probably running toward him.

Reality: He’ll be here, he’s coming, he’ll make it alright.
Denial: He probably won’t want to touch us ever again
Reality: Yes he will, stop it.

“Zacky, talk to me, please, angel say something.” Matt sounded out of breath, “I’m almost there baby hang on.”

“Matty…do you…do you love me?”

“Yes Zacky of course I love you, you mean everything to me. Baby I’m here, where are you?” His voice was velvety, soothing.

“By the swings, under the big pine tree.”

He only waited another minute before he heard Matt calling his name, and then he was there in front of him, gentle hands pulling him out of his miserable ball.

“Angel what happened? Who hit you?” His eyes flashed angrily in the moonlight as his gentle fingers ran over the massive welt forming on the side of his face and his busted lip.

“Brian.” He whimpered throwing his arms around the singer as he cried harder. Matt pulled him off of the cold bench into his warm lap; Zack curled against him and let Matt’s body block him from the world.

“Why did Brian hit you?” there was an underlying fury to Matt’s soft words and Zack tucked his head under his chin as sobs continued to rack his body.

Reality: Tell him.
Denial: Nothing happened, nothing fuckin’ happened.
Reality: The Hell It Didn’t! We can’t keep this to ourselves, he needs to know so he can help us!
Denial: Bad dream. Everything was just a bad dream, it scared us and we ran out here.
Reality: The blood running down our thighs is Not a dream. Tell him.

“Angel talk to me.” Matt pleaded.

Denial: He’ll hate us, he’ll never talk to us again, he won’t love us!
Reality: That’s a fuckin’ lie and you know it.

“I don’t wanna go back.” Zack whispered; the pain, crying, and general trauma was making his mind foggy and all he wanted to do was fall asleep in Matt’s warm arms.

“Alright. We won’t go back.” Matt whispered, he shifted him in his arms and slowly stood. Zack pressed close to him as the chill of the night air wrapped around him.

“Go to sleep baby, I’m right here. I’m not goin’ anywhere.” Matt pressed a tender kiss to his forehead and gave him a gentle squeeze. Zack’s crying turned to hiccups and in minutes he was asleep, clinging desperately to Matt as hideous dreams plagued him.

Matt’s POV

Protective Rage: He’s dead. So incredibly, fuckin’ dead. I’m gonna rip his fucking throat out.
Denial: We don’t know what happened.
Protective Rage: He hit Zack, I don’t give a fuck what happened, no one hits our baby.

Matt kept his sleeping lover close to him as he whimpered and cried in his sleep. He needed to find someplace to crash for the night.

Reality: Let’s try GC
Denial: And if that doesn’t work?
Reality: Then we’ll have to find someone else now won’t we.

Zack jerked himself awake as Matt walked up to Good Charlotte’s bus. He stopped and gave him a small squeeze, “What’s wrong baby?” he whispered; Zack shuddered and curled against him even more.

“Baby I need to put you down so I can knock.” He whispered; Zack looked up at him and then around where they were, slowly he loosened his death grip on Matt and carefully set his feet on the ground. They walked up to their friend’s bus; Zack was limping a little and Matt’s fury increased tenfold. Their lead guitarist was a walking dead man. He knocked on the door and waited a moment before Joel bounced over and opened up for them, “’Sup guys! What’re you doing out here so late?”

Despite his absolute fury Matt couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped him, Joel got so excited about things he reminded him of a little kid.

“Actually we got into a fight with Brian and were wondering if we could crash here for the night?”

“Sure,” Joel hopped back up the steps and let them on, “Do ya’ mind sleepin’ on the couch? We’ve got crap piled in our spare bunks.”

“Yeah that’s fine.” Matt said.

“Hey guys.” Benji waved tiredly from the table, it was amazing how different the twins could be and yet so similar at the same time. It made Matt’s head hurt when he thought about it. Joel slid in next to his brother and whispered something to him, Benji thought for a minute and then nodded. Joel smiled and gave him a small kiss on his temple before he moved out of the way. Benji got up from the table and stretched and pulled his hyper brother into a hug.

Joel pounced on him and then all at once his body relaxed and it seemed like he went from a hyperactive four year old to a sleepy four year old. Matt watched them curiously; the twins really had some kind of connection that no one else could understand. Billy had told them stories of just the two of them sitting for hours in the back lounge only saying a word or two out loud and then not even a day later writing out a song.

They had toured with My Chemical Romance and knew how close the Way brothers were but they couldn’t hold a candle to this; the twins were one of a kind. Matt was suddenly struck with the feeling that they were actually talking about them, he looked down at Zack and he looked up at him with the same surprised look. They didn’t notice Billy slip into the room until he whispered, “Crazy isn’t it? They could stand like that all night, they have stood like that all night.”

“I feel like they’re talking about us.” Matt whispered; Billy nodded, “Probably, its weird how you can feel them talking about you but you don’t know *what* they’re talking about.”

“They had a fight earlier today after the show,” Billy said still watching them, “this is like their way of making up.”

Joel pressed his face into his brother’s neck and Benji relaxed and slowly pulled his arms away, he pressed a soft kiss on his cheek and then disappeared into the bunk section with a tired ‘good night’ to everyone.
Joel followed him back but reappeared a few minutes later with two pillows and some blankets, “Tada! With all the accommodations of the Ritz!” He gave them a cheesy smile and Matt laughed, “Thanks man.”

“No problem.” He looked at the bunk section for a minute and snorted then turned back to them, “Night guys, if you need anything wake up Benji.” And then he snickered and ran into the bunk section. Benji had reappeared in the door way and he rolled his eyes and again went back to bed once his brother frolicked past him.

Zack curled up on the couch painfully and Matt sat on the floor in front of it, he leaned his head back when Zack wrapped his arms around his neck and rested his head on his shoulder.

Reality: We need to find out what happened
Denial: You damn well know he’s not going to say anything until we’re totally alone
Protective Rage: He’s going to die slowly.
Denial: Shut up.

“Matt, you don’t have to sleep on the floor.” Paul said sleepily, “The twins curl up with each other all the time its not gonna freak any of us out if you two do.” He pulled a glass out of a cabinet and got a drink before he shuffled back to his bunk with a mumbled ‘good night’. Zack tugged on his neck and he got up and lay down with him on the couch. Zack pressed as close to him as he could and sighed, Matt could feel the tenseness draining from his body as he drifted into sleep.

“I love you Zack.” He whispered, Zack lifted his head a little, his green eyes were dark with pain and the fury in Matt continued to build.

Fury: …rip out his spine and make him eat his liver…
Reality: Oh wonderful
Denial: We are not making anyone eat their liver
Curiosity: Can we make him eat his liver?
Denial: No!
Reality: You can eat liver, but I don’t think you can make anyone eat their own liver…
Curiosity: Well I guess we’ll find out
Fury: …set him on fire…
Reality: This is going to be a very long night.
Denial: Here, here.

“Love you too.” Zack murmured; his body totally relaxed in Matt’s tight embrace and his breathing evened out to his familiar sleep pattern.

Reality: We’ve got him, he’s safe.
Protective Rage: And he is Never leaving our sight again!
Fury: …break his legs and toss him in the ocean…
Denial: I’m pretty sure you killed him five minutes ago.

Matt nuzzled his hair and then forced himself to go to sleep. He would deal with Brian tomorrow.

A/N: O_O
I must admit Pissy Matt was a lot of fun to write, not so much fun to write Evil Brian but it had to be done.
Please, please, please review this chapter, even if you don’t review another thing for the entire story please review this one *Puppy Eyes*
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